Nick Phillips

Migraine - Poem by Nick Phillips

The colours and the shapes I see at any other time
Would be beautiful to me
Darting shades of green and blue, imagine any shape or hue
A kaleidescope of complex forms
Which hail the impending pain
That beckons darkened rooms again
Where neck joins head at base of spine
Shoulders crushed like grape from vine
Eyes protrude and temples pound
And resonate and pull me down
To the middle of the storm
That vile tempest that adorns
My waking hours wrapped in thorns
That I might see the world again
Without the hell that is migraine

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  • (5/3/2011 10:29:00 AM)

    I have migraines, also and I could appreciate the fantastic imagery of colors-
    at any other time, like you lol. I enjoyed the writing. Also, please don't comment on any of my poems, they are all on vacation now in sunny Spain.: D (and don't I wish I was there too!)
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  • (5/3/2011 10:00:00 AM)

    Great poem with a lot of wisdom. Wonderfully written. Great imagery.
    Fine poetics.
    A big...10
    Thanks for sharing.....
    Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

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